@jokerest
DESCRIPTION: Not as ironically good as I thought it'd be; two out of five stars. Possibly better when high.
Keys chattered among one another as the newly appointed employee of Hive Video archived his half-assed review of a movie he rented the night before into a computer two years from its pension. Letters appeared almost three seconds after he input the command and as his hands remained idle on the keyboard, his last sentence sauntered to completion. A palm reaching his chin was narrated by an audible sigh as tired eyes glanced around an empty store. He nearly spent two hours of updating movie subscriptions with his own commentary; something he would be reluctant to do if the other employees ever used the system, which they didn’t.
He’d have to be an idiot to work at the same sort of job as his last, but what else was there? Dave lacked patience and social skills to properly function in a high volume clientele environment and he had no tremendous skills past hunting Lovecraftian horrors and otherworldly garbage monsters, and that was debatable. Aside from that; he couldn’t handle change. One consistency would be enough for him to hold onto the last shred of sanity he had. His sight shifted to the door as a familiar chime rang out, attention landing on his first customer today.
“Welcome to Hive Video.” There was no false enthusiasm in his voice, that was clear. “What are you looking for? I can point you in the right direction.”